The matron of the orphanage couldn't see anything; the world seemed to spin around her as she walked. As if that bastard winning wasn't bad enough, now she had a headache from all that booze. She kept swearing under her breath as she came to the door. She paused as a child had appeared on the orphanage steps, wrapped in a faded blanket, and yet somehow, it looked untouched by the world. She came closer to take a look. It was quite normal to find children like this,people who loved their children too much to keep them, and hated them too much to keep them. It was always the same.
It was a small girl with golden locks that glimmered in the moonlight, long lashes, and skin the colour of snow. The matron got lost looking at the child's angelic face. She realised that she looked no older than three. Looking at the child, she felt this child was not meant for this world.
The child held tightly in her hands a letter. It looked quite elegant with intricate designs that adorned the envelope; it looked like something nobles would use. The matron carefully took it out and opened it. She had hoped to find money in it. She thought to herself, another illegitimate wretch abandoned in this hellhole. She sighed as she opened the envelope, and there was a single piece of paper in it that said "Aurelia Noctis." The golden one of the night, the matron scoffed, such a fancy name for someone left at an orphanage.
But for now, she would do her best to shield the child from prying eyes. Afterall even beauty is a power for those who know how to use it. She would use it to finally find a life of luxury and power.
Aurelia was a quiet, but fierce child, she never cried nor spoke, even when she was starved for days or beaten up by the caretaker. She knew that it was worthless to speak and that she would be hurt more if she did. The matron knew about all this but never cared, she was too busy gambling all the funds away. The only time the matron was here was when she was selling children to slave traders. She would greedily count the money and run off to the casino, but at least that was the only time they ever had a proper meal. In the few years she spent there, she had seen the cruel reality of the world. Either you have to exploit or be exploited.
Aurelia never tried to do anything like the other kids did, like trying to run away or trying to get adopted. She observed only the murky, corrupt world around her with her crimson eyes. The matron never let her out when people came to the orphanage; she kept her in a tiny box and locked it. After all, she was her precious treasure who would one day make her enough money for a lifetime. The only thing she had hoped for was revenge. Revenge on the cruel world that had led her into despair. Revenge on every human that had hurt her, and she would get it no matter what it takes. Even if it meant selling her soul in exchange.